Further financial faux pas and even more disasterous decisions

lucielle

Sod the rest and curl up with a book. Now that sounds like a plan Stan!!!
L

MrsMoo2U

moo2moo wrote: »

Nope, nothing like that ever happens. Its not like I've made many friends here. Its very much one of those places where you're an outsider unless you've lived here for a couple of decades and even then it takes some fitting in. Not helped that the local shops are hot beds of village gossip. Hello! have nothing on this lot. Conversations about those new people (the ones who moved in in the mid '80's) and the outrageous things they've done..... imagine the response I got for having purple hair.... lots of Ooh love I can't imagine Margorie (the village hairdresser) did that.... did you ask for your money back? and many others congratulating me on being brave and enquiring as to whether this meant I was one of those queer folk.

Moo - thank you so much. You will never know how normal this paragraph has made me feel.

i thought that I was the only person struggling to fit in (2 years down the line). As for the gossip - exactly the same. I went to do a presentation from work at the local WI (they booked it with our booking line) and when I turned up they were really shocked and said that they never would have expected the mad woman with the big dog to be the one who would come along. They started asking questions like, why did I move here, where did I come from and .......wait for it..... had I always worked in such a responsible job ..... me having a scouse accent (I dont) and all that they thought I was unemployed and always had been:eek:

moo2moo

cherisong wrote: »

Moo - thank you so much. You will never know how normal this paragraph has made me feel.

i thought that I was the only person struggling to fit in (2 years down the line). As for the gossip - exactly the same. I went to do a presentation from work at the local WI (they booked it with our booking line) and when I turned up they were really shocked and said that they never would have expected the mad woman with the big dog to be the one who would come along. They started asking questions like, why did I move here, where did I come from and .......wait for it..... had I always worked in such a responsible job ..... me having a scouse accent (I dont) and all that they thought I was unemployed and always had been:eek:

At least you have a "responsible job". I, on the otherhand, am the brain dead bimbo that cleans the toilets at the school. As someone very nicely put it I'm just a glorified cleaner. That particular stuck up biatch happens to be a colleague as well as a resident of the local village. The posh part of the village. Its quite funny really. The village has one name. Just one. However the locals have subdivided it into strategic areas and when giving directions they'll announce that you travel through fictional location A into fictional location B and then at the corner shop (which incidentally ceased to be a corner shop several years before we moved here) you turn left. It would be far easier to say go three miles along this road. But hey what do I know? Stupidly house prices vary by 50K from one side of the road to the other because of proimity to the posh village down the hill as opposed to the former council estate and mine workers houses that form the village in the other direction.

Besides the fun of all this figuring out quite what its safe to say to someone is a minefield as they're so in-bred its scary. Of the eight houses on the road only two contain occupants who aren't related to other occupants on the road. More scary is the next road over where one of the farmers lives with his current wife whilst his ex-wife and his brother have the farm next door but one and mummy has the bungalow inbetween. Try explaining to the kids that daddy is actually your uncle. Clearly they need to get out more.

Used the archaic sweet and sour sauce mix and a tin of pineapple chucnks to liven up some rather elderly vaguely frostbitten I can't believe its not chicken chunks. The DDs are now painting their nails in preparation for tonights disco and DD1 is dropping many unsubtle hints about hair straighteners and make-up. Even spotted one poor delusional 11 year old with a wonderbra and heels at last nights party. Have to wonder if parents actually think before okaying the purchase of some of this stuff.

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Moo & Cheri - this is one of the reasons that makes me laugh with all these shows about moving to the country. Everyone seems to imagine an idyllic country lifestyle but they do forget about those aspects of living the rural life. My parents live in Devizes which isn't that small and I worked briefly at a shop in the town and all the other assistants were born and bred Devizes. They knew each and every customer and appeared to be related in some form to half of them and the amount of gossip they knew about each other was amazing!! I was really shocked!!!

Can't believe people have been so rude to both of you though! Outrageous!

MrsMoo2U

Moo, believe me you have a far more responsible job than I do. Funny the way folks think. Makeup, I have to say that where I moved from was a fairly large industrial town but it didnt stop everybody knowing everybody else and their business. I just found it easier to fit in there because people were quite open to new people joining in things. Here it is a totally different thing. I am sure that they didnt mean any offence. I recently read something about people living small lives. I think that is a good way to describe people who have stayed in one place and so anything new is too scary for them to contemplate.
I love living in the country and, whilst I never expected it to be idyllic, it is more or less what I was expecting. I am just a friendly person and so its been a bit of a shock that it is hard to make friends.

MrsMoo2U

By the way - are you going to the twoofup tomorrow? Wish I was going. Wish they were all closer too as they are a great bunch of people. You would make new friends there (if thats what you want)

moo2moo

I'm most tempted but (and its a big but) DD2 is out galavanting for the second night in a row. I have to collect her at 9 which means neither of them will get to bed much before 9:30. I have a feeling they'll be unbearable tomorrow, especially if I wake them up before they're ready. Guess its a case of wait and see what tomorrow brings.

Meanwhile I've spent an eternity surfing aimlessly for all things involving beans in slow cookers. Nothing I've found inspires me to get off my bum and slap stuff in to soak. Far more tempted to make fruit cakes and buns and wotnot. Equally theres an Audrey Niffennegger novel with my name on it but I daren't open it because I'm liable to get carried away and forget to collect DD1.

moo2moo

Still not got a clue what the !!!! to do with all the beans so am experimenting a la Georges Marvelous Medicine by lobbing a mugfull of every type of bean in the cupboard which carries a warning about soaking and boiling before slow cooking. Will boil them for 10 minutes tomorrow before lobbing in the slowcooker with some curry powder and anything else that seems vaguely appropriate. If I get the liquid content right it'll be a mixed bean curry and if not I'm either going to have a heck of a lot of very spicy soup or something rather dried out and inedible.

MrsMoo2U

Do you have aduki beans? You could do a red dragon pie if you do. Look up Sarah Brown - red dragon pie. It is lovely, I play about with the recipe though now because I dont always have the right stuff in.

I like take it as it comes mornings. They usually turn out to be the best. When I get my wheels we will have to arrange our own twoofups with the dogs. We could maybe meet half way.

Meant to ask which Audrey Niffenegger novel you have. I loved Time Travellers wife once I got the gist of it.

moo2moo

Thanks for the suggestion. May well try that mid week. Think I'm going to have to do a fair bit of improvising to make it to next Friday without shopping she says rather tongue in cheek as at some point tomorrow we'll be visiting the shoe shop opposite Mr Ts.

Book of the day is "Her Fearful Symmetry". Its one I was given for Christmas. It can't be any worse than yesterdays book which made Mills and Boon look like they put some thought into their plot. Perhaps if I read less I'd get more done, but life wouldn't b anywhere near as enjoyable.

Thankfully the crashes and bangs coming from upstairs are decreasing in frequency so hopefully the DDs are actually getting into bed as instructed. All of which means I can commence my nightly fight with the hound from hell who will be sound asleep on her rug on the floor right up until the point I touch the duvet when she will spring awake and bound onto the bed plonking herself firmly in the middle and impersonating a brick whilst I attempt to shove, lift and generally shift her onto the floor. Its like having a mini pre-sleep workout and usually ends up with me being wider awake than I have been all day.

G'nite all!